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He got horny in the locker room and shower, he could not help it.  It was the smells of his teammates, sweat and testosterone and the sight of their naked, muscled bodies. When he was younger, he used to try and hide his boner, but then he realized that he was impressively hung, and there was no reason to be shy about it. All guys got hard-on’s and his was bigger than most, so why not show it off.  

Displaying his engorged meat also attracted the various locker room fags and curious straight guys.  So it enabled him to get sucked and occasionally bend over another dude and fuck them hard.  

There really is no reason not to display his stiffy proudly.

I had told him to be, naked, cleaned out and lubed when I got home.

When I got there he looked like he had been used by the entire football team. “What the fuck happened here?” He looked up at me, while spreading his legs and said “You told me that you wanted me lubed up, and you have often stated that jock jizz is the best lube there is, so…..”

I could not find fault in his reasoning, since I have told him that on numerous occasions training him to be gangbanged.  And it proved to be true, since his well used cunt felt amazingly slick, warm and wet as I slid inside of him.  I was impressed that he took the entire team up the ass just to get himself properly lubed up with cum for me. He is such a good little slut.

See… I told you it would not take much to get him to chow down on my meat.  It was obvious from the way your roommate kept checking me out, that he was a cock sucker. Now you owe me twenty bucks. But don’t look at it as losing a bet, look at it as spending twenty dollars to find a in-house, on-call fuck toy.  With him here, you never need to jerk yourself off again. Just remember, who turned him. I want access to his holes whenever I get horny…deal?

Teaching the new fish his place in the pecking order of the prison. 

He is at the bottom, and will be serving all of his fellow inmates. His frustrated, bored and horny fellow inmates. Being at the bottom of the pecking order means that his body, and especially his holes are available to entertain his cell mates, in any way they want. 

He is really regretting getting drunk and stealing that car.

Something was different tonight. He seemed more distant and demanding. He was always somewhat dominant, deciding what the two of you were going to do. But he was your best friend. You had met him in kindergarten and immediately become buddies. There was just something about him that made you want to be around him. He was a natural leader.

He invited you over to watch movies and play Call of Duty, like you did several nights a week. However tonight there was no small talk or joking around. It was obvious he had something on his mind. 

He sent you to the kitchen to get a couple of cold beers. When you came back with the drinks you found him shirtless with his cock hanging out.

“I broke up with Becky two weeks ago. After months of sex every day, I find myself “High and Dry”.  Stroking it just does not feel as good as ramming my cock into a nice tight, wet, warm hole. I have a serious case of blue balls and I have decided that you are going to take care of them.”

“Stop joking around and put your dick away.”

“I am not joking around and in the next few minutes my dick is going to be put away in your throat.”

“What? I am not gay.”

“I don’t really care. You have always been a little submissive, following my orders and doing everything I say. Now I am going to put that submissive personality of yours to the test and make you my bitch.”

As he spoke his cock started to chub up, getting thicker and longer as I watched.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees, here between my legs. Get a closer look at my meat.“

“I don’t want a closer look. Stop messing around.”

“I told you, my mind is made up, you are going to become my fuck toy.” 

“Stop it. We are friends.”

“Not anymore. Now you are my bitch.”

“Why?”

“I told you, I am horny. I am also a man, and I have come to realize that you are not. Fags like you exist to serve real men, like me.”

“I am not gay.”

“It does not matter, you are going to spend the rest of your life with cocks pounding your throat and stretching out your cunt. You can learn to enjoy it, or you can fight it. If you fight it you will be a very unhappy bitch, but it won’t change the fact that you will be used.”

“Please don’t.”

“Get down on your knees and suck my cock!”

I hated this. My best friend, or more accurately my former best friend, was ordering me to service him. He had just told me I was a bitch. I hated it, but somehow I knew he was right. I was unable to disobey him. He ordered me to get on my knees and take his thick fuck stick into my mouth. I found myself, a few seconds later sucking his cock. I don’t even remember going down to my knees, but I was there. 

“I knew you would make the right decision, you were made for this. I will let you slurp on my meat for a few minutes to get used to it, then I will take over. You might as well get used to getting roughly skull fucked here at the start. I like to pound a hole hard, and since I don’t need to worry about your feelings, like I do with a girl, you will get the full force every time I use you.”

He was telling the truth, within a few minutes he was aggressively taking my mouth, fucking it like he would a cunt. I was struggling to breathe between inward strokes. My throat was sore, and I knew I would have problems speaking or swallowing for the next few days. His massive cock was stretching my throat and training it to fit him. It hurt. It was humiliating. I looked up at him hoping to see compassion, that he would slow down and give me a break. Instead I saw only pure enjoyment in his face. He really did not care if this hurt me or made me feel bad, this was about his pleasure and his alone. After what seemed like hours of hard face fucking, he pushed his cock as deep as it could go and unloaded his nuts directly down my throat, filling my stomach with what felt like gallons of cum.

“Nice job, faggot. You are a natural hole, keeping your teeth covered and moving that tongue along my shaft. With a little practice your mouth cunt  will be good enough to share with my friends.”

Oh shit, he was going to let our friends use my mouth. I was going to be outed as a cock sucking bitch. While I was busy picturing some of my buddies lined up to fuck my face, he stood up and dropped his pants. He then bent me over and pulled down my shorts exposing my virgin ass.

“Time to harvest that cherry. Now that I have busted a nut and taken the edge off, I can take my time and open your ass up properly. I am guessing that this is going to hurt you….a lot, but as you are enduring the pain, keep in mind how much I am enjoying it. You need to get used to the idea that your purpose in life is now all about how good you can make me feel. You should also know that a part of me is going to enjoy making it hurt. You should suffer a little to make me feel good, that’s what bitches do.”

It is all so embarrassing. Yesterday, he thought of himself as a man. A alpha male, who was in charge of his own destiny. A college senior, a jock. Then he met a true alpha, a real man who quickly showed him his proper place in the world, on his knees with a cock in his mouth or up his cunt. The newly installed padlock on his neck is a reminder that he is now an owned faggot. He has now been instructed to shave off his body hair. Standing in the shower he sends his new master a “before” photo. He finds all of this incredibly humiliating. His pubic hair is one of the things that defines him as a man. He has been growing it since puberty. This afternoon he will have to show his newly smooth body to his teammates. He knows that that when they see him in the showers, lacking any hair below the neck, they will recognize him as a pussy. His new master has already instructed him to allow his teammates to use him however they choose. In fact, his new master told him to “drop the soap” and bend over to pick it up as often as required to show interest in getting fucked. He is to be a cum dump for all of his former friends.

The most embarrassing thing about this whole situation is the identity of his  master. His name is Steve.  Steve is his younger brother’s new roommate.  They both started college as freshman this week. His brother introduced them and Steve immediately identified him for what he is, a faggot. While his little brother went off to explore the campus, Steve took his cherry. Just bent him over and fucked two loads into his new boy-pussy. As he secured a gym padlock around his neck, he told him that he was now an owned faggot. He was told that he was no longer allowed to date girls or jerk off. He was now a receptacle for cum, not a producer of it. He was told that his little brother would not be told his older brother was a faggot, as long as he followed Steve’s orders. Steve knew it really did not matter if he told, since word was bound to get around, especially since Steve was planning on pimping his new whore’s no longer virgin ass out.